Touch me!

All day I wanted your skin on mine, Philipina told Alisa. They were sharing the bed now. Alisa grinned and said, Touch me then. That spark in her eye said everything. So Philipina reached. Their mouths met slow at first, then hungrier, with no space between them. Hands slid under fabric, tugged it away. Alisa gasped when Philipina pressed the first vibrator against her, gentle at first, then firmer. The second hummed between them, guided by fingers that already knew the rhythm. They kissed again, messy, wet, while the toys kissed places neither one could reach with her mouth. Their thighs trembled. The sheets pulled tight around them. Every gasp had weight. Every moan pulled tighter. And still they kept going.